Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

The Lure - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

The long road lures across the hill,
Divides the brown fields and the green,
And curves, and dips, and climbing still
Gleams over into lands unseen.

I think what valleys far more fair
Than ours, the road runs on to meet.
The light falls wild and happy there.
What shadowy doubt delays my feet?

Oh, one day, one day, I shall go
Whither the road runs out of sight,
And find, whatever winds may blow,
An inn at falling of the night.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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